He was singing her song. She hadn’t heard him sing it since the last night of Hanukkah when he gave it to her as her Christmas gift. She began to hum along, breathing too heavily to actually join in with him. She liked listening to him sing to her though. It didn’t happen often considering that they’ve just been busy with other things like working on his GPA, applying to schools, getting ready for Regionals and now the baby. She placed her hand on her belly, looking down at it for a moment, then up at him, feeling him move to look at her. She smiled, locking eyes with him as he continued to sing to her. The song was absolutely accurate in how they were. Musical Soulmates. Really they were just soulmates, not just musical ones. “You are the one, the only, my musical soulmate,” she sang softly with him on the last line, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I love you,” she whispered, bumping noses with him. “That was your daddy singing, Sea Monkey. Isn’t he amazing?” She looked up at him, smiling before looking down at her belly. “He’s going to sing you to sleep every night.” She couldn’t shake off this feeling of pure happiness if she wanted to. It was perfect. It was them. Looking back up at Noah, she caught his eyes, getting lost into those beautiful hazel eyes. “I want her to have your eyes. They’re my favorite part of you. And your smile.”
It’s been a month since he’s sung this too her, but it was always his go-to song now. Sometimes even more so than Sweet Caroline, but he had a feeling that would change as soon as they found out whether or not their baby was a boy or a girl. Either way, it will always still symbolic. It was just that, this song was more personal. It was about Rachel, about them. All of his feelings for her wrapped up into one, it was a good way to let her know how he felt when he couldn’t find the words. When he felt her shift a bit, he pulled away and looked down at her and then he looked down at her stomach where her hand was sitting. He looked back up at her while he continued, smiling at her and then brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you too,” He said, right after finishing the last line together. He smiled as he listened to Rachel talking to their baby, still in disbelief that it was possible for him to be this happy. Really. He couldn’t full grasp it. They both looked back at each other, bringing hand up to brush the hair out of her face and comb through her hair. “She’s going to be perfect, no matter what. But I want her to have your everything, seriously. Hair, eyes, mouth, nose,” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of it. And then he reluctantly slid himself out from inside her with a small groan, laying down next to her on his side and splaying his own hand on her stomach while nuzzling her neck with his nose.
“I know you want him to have curls, Rach, I can tell by the look on your face,” He raised an eyebrow at her, “So he can...
mohawk.” She sighed, smirking all the while. Sure, she’d prefer if their son kept his father’s curly hair for longer...